"Yes," William said tartly, because Andrew was a traitor who'd given away his best hiding place, probably because he was a stupidly sappy romantic who thought William was involved in some sort of epic courtship. William didn't have any idea from whence he'd gotten that impression.
At any rate, he was an enabler, and William was perfectly prepared to be uncharitable toward him for the duration of this conversation. Possibly longer, depending on what Gabe wanted to talk about.
Speaking of. He sat up slightly straighter, peeking out above the bench to make sure Gabe didn't have company. "What are you doing up here?"